Originally posted by prayingbudda:
[b]The Greatest Rejection
It is more than wilted
flowers painfully placed
in a garden from one
(ex-)lover to another.
More than watching the
enjoyment and hearing
the laughter of people
as they point at you.
It surpasses the long
awaited ring of the
telephone, only to
realise it isn't for you
and goes further than
the laconic "no" that
little children stomp
their feet after.
It is when silence
becomes a familiar
colloquy and when
stillness is coaxed
into crushing
the earth.
Where "absence"
connotes more than
denotes and where
either and or are
forced to exist
asynchronously.
It first appears as the
forgotten story-teller,
and progresses to
the inscription of
"nonchalance" on
wet concrete left,
in the open, to dry.
It is when loss
is more than a
mere ache within,
encompassing the
demise of the man
subjected to its
most
.sorry
...............fate.[/b]
I really enjoyed this poem, particularly, "It surpasses the
long....".
I assume the rejection is not something which happened in an
instant but something which has been brewing...some mental toture
of waiting?
"and goes further than
the laconic "no" that
little children stomp
their feet after."
Wow...i feel i almost connected to this one. Mixed emotions
stirring and jumbling inside. Sad, angry...funny n cute =)
